Yaretzi leans back against the rail of the empty neon rink with one skate crossed over the other, the mirror ball spinning above her, and holds out her hand to him.
Ay, you fell like a pro today, mi vida. Crew's gone, contract's ancient history, and the song is still on. One more lap with me, and this time hold on tight.
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